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Sobbing bro I miss them.

it's been a long time since i visited this spring...🌱

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Raw..I mean awwww !!!!

ONE DAY!

synopsis: you and katsuki are unofficially married, though he plans on changing that one day.

notes: this is so ooc oml but idec im forever pushing the old married couple agenda

it’s past midnight in the common room.

a movie plays quietly in the background, barely audible over the low hum of sleepy chatter. half the squad has already dipped or passed out. sero’s snoring on the beanbag, mina’s curled up under three blankets like a burrito, and denki’s face down on the floor for some reason.

you? you’re on the couch. curled up like a cat, head resting against katsuki’s chest, his arm draped over your waist.

and you’ve completely conked out.

katsuki knows the signs. the soft, steady breathing, the twitch of your hand when you dream. the way you nuzzle a little closer, like you need to feel him near to sleep well. you’re gone. and he’s not moving a damn inch.

until kirishima leans over the back of the couch with a lazy smile and whispers not-so-subtly, “dude, just carry her to bed. you're always bragging about how she sleeps better in your room.”

katsuki scowls like he always does, and considers saying something about how it isn't bragging if it's true, but his hand is already sliding under your knees.

“shut up,” he settle for, lifting you gently like it’s nothing.

you stir just a little. blink up at him, bleary-eyed and sleep-drunk. “mmm… kats?”

“yeah, i got you,” he says, voice all low and rumbly.

you nuzzle into his shoulder with a tiny smile. “y're so nice…”

“yeah, yeah. go back to sleep, dumbass.”

you do.

he walks past the others, careful not to jostle you. the whole room watches like it’s a documentary about the most interesting topic of their lives.

“bro,” sero mumbles from the beanbag. “you’re literally already married.”

mina, half-awake, adds, “bet she’s got her own drawer in your room.”

“two,” katsuki smirks, clearly proud. it isn't bragging if it's true.

“just propose already,” denki calls from the floor. “she’d say yes before you even finish the sentence.”

katsuki doesn’t even hesitate.

“workin' on it.”

and with that, he disappears down the hallway with your head on his shoulder, his steps soft, his heart full.

once you're in his dorm, he takes off your makeup for you with the stuff you've left in his room. he pulls off your socks for you, too, because you always say the only people who sleep with socks on are serial killers. he knows you'll stick your cold feet under him later, but he couldn't care less. he plugs your phone into the charger on your side of the bed and gently lays you in it.

and before crawling in beside you, he kisses your forehead and ring finger softly and whispers it, like a promise:

“one day.”

masterlist reblogs + comments super duper appreciated! <3

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Just a little thing about Bakugou and changing his opinion on physical affection >.<

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In the beginning of you and Katsuki’s relationship he was not a big fan of you touching him. He would always push your hand away and say something on the lines of ‘don’t touch me’ or ‘you’re so touchy.’

You didn’t take it too much to heart knowing who he was and how he had his own love language (txt reference heh.) so it came as somewhat of a surprise when that changed.

you didn’t know why or when but eventually he all together stopped, he didn’t push your hand away anymore or complained about your affections.

if anything he would lean into your touch more, going as far as to sulk when you would stop petting his hair.

“Baby why’d ya stop?” He frowned nuzzling into the hand you were previously petting him with, trying to get you to continue scratching his head.

You looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, all you were going to do was flip to the next page of your book?

“I thought you didn’t like when I touched you?” You closed your book, leaving your finger in place of a bookmark as you looked down towards your lap where his bundle of blonde hair lay a bit ruffled.

“what?” His frown deepened into a pout at your assumption. “why would you think that?” He reached for your hand putting it back in his fluffed up hair still awaiting your answer.

“You would always push my hand away whenever I touched you?” You looked at him puzzled at the switch up, would he stay like this or go back to pushing your hand away in an hour?

“Well I was a dumbass keep doing it.” He replied plainly, rolling to his side to hug your waist. Humming in satisfaction as you continued to rummage in his hair per his request.

And honestly you thought this was just a momentary thing but from then on he never said anything about you touching him.

Only complaint he would voice involved how you weren’t touching him enough.

“baby pet me” or “scratch my head” hell even “you haven’t touched me in a while.” But don’t call him needy he’ll overreact lol.

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There’s something about Bakugou calling you his girlfriend that just gives you jitters.

From when he introduced you to his parents saying “this is my girlfriend.” Laying it out nonchalantly but you could hear the Tremor underneath, slightly afraid they wouldn’t approve (they did but it didn’t mean he wasn’t a bit nervous.)

and to the time mineta would NOT leave you be so Katsuki had to throw him by the collar ticking to him on “not to touch my girlfriend.”

But what gets you extra riled up is when he directly call you his girlfriend.

Just as an example, he got matching bracelets for you both as a 2 year anniversary gift with eachothers initals on them and they looked expensive, you had asked him why he got them, you were extremely grateful but still curious. Which He just gave you a ‘Tch’ and told you “well your my girlfriend I wanted to get something nice.. I guess.”

He made your heart squeeze and he had no clue, brushing it off while putting it on your wrist, then throughly looking at it once it was on with a soft grin.

God forbid when you guys get married and he calls you his wife.

(Missing him like bitch rn bc I haven’t been on tumblr 🥀 potential draft dump coming soon..)

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⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓! ⎯ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

summary: It’s your first time with Bakugou Katsuki—nervous, soft, and full of emotion. In the quiet of his dorm, he sinks into you for the first time, overwhelmed by how deeply he feels everything.

warnings: virgin!Bakugou, virgin!reader, first time sex, soft boy!Bakugou, emotional intimacy, overstimulation, crying a little, lots of talking during, gentle thrusts, praise, mutual love and consent, fluff with heated tension, Katsuki moaning, hand-holding (emotionally and literally), vulnerable!Bakugou, slight language.

wc: 0.4k words.

request: -🦈 !! „bakugou and his pretty little girlfriend losing their virginities to each other… yes…“

Your legs are around his hips, thighs trembling, breath shallow. Katsuki hovers over you, one hand cradling your cheek, the other clutching the sheets like if he lets go, he might lose control.

His forehead presses against yours. His voice is low, barely more than a breath.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you whisper, and you mean it. “I want you. Like this. With you.”

You feel him nod, just once. His lips brush your cheekbone, your temple, then your lips—soft, slow, reverent.

Then he lines himself up, and his hips press forward, just an inch.

And his breath shatters.

“Fuck—” he gasps, voice cracking. “Oh my god…”

He stills. His body is shaking—shoulders tense, jaw clenched like he’s holding something back. His face is flushed and so vulnerable it makes your chest ache.

“You okay?” you whisper, stroking his hair.

He nods, but his eyes squeeze shut as he sinks in just a little deeper. “I-I’m okay. It’s just—shit, baby, you feel so good. Too good. I’m not ready for how good this feels…”

You whimper, the stretch pushing tears to the corners of your eyes, but it’s not bad. It’s intense. Deep. Real.

“You can move,” you tell him softly. “Go slow, okay?”

He lets out a shaky exhale and moves again—just a little—and your body pulls him deeper. He groans. A sweet, helpless sound that he’s too far gone to hide.

“Shit, shit, shit… I’m inside you,” he whispers, like he can’t even believe it. “I’m really inside you. You’re… fuck, you’re takin’ me so well…”

You cup his face and kiss him, slow and open-mouthed. His hips move instinctively, and finally—finally—he sinks all the way in. Pressed flush to you, chest to chest, completely one.

Katsuki breaks.

His head drops into the crook of your neck, voice wrecked and trembling. “I can’t believe it’s you. That it’s us. I’m inside you and it’s you—fuck, baby, you’re perfect. So warm, so soft…”

You tighten your arms around him. “I love you.”

A choked sound escapes him. He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes glassy.

“I love you too,” he says, like it’s a promise. “So much it’s killing me. You feel like—like home.”

His hips roll, slow, careful, and you both gasp at the feeling.

“I could stay here forever,” he murmurs. “Just like this. Inside you. With you.”

You kiss him again, and again, and again. His thrusts are slow, tender, every motion full of love he doesn’t know how to say except like this—with whispered curses and soft moans and “God, baby,” and “You’re mine,” and “Don’t let go.”

He stays buried in you, forehead pressed to yours, whispering many, many „I love you“‘s.

← MHA ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. am i obsessed with katsuki?

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

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#needthat

Bkg eating his girls kitty for the first time😍😍

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑! ⎯ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

summary: It’s the first time Katsuki gets his mouth on your pussy, and he loses every shred of self-control. He’s messy, greedy, and completely gone — grinding into the bed, and he doesn’t care how pathetic he sounds… because he needs you. All of you. Again and again.

warnings: oral sex (m→f), katsuki being hopelessly pussy drunk, thigh-gripping, hair-pulling, one-sided bed humping (yeah he does that), soft whimpering bakugo, katsuki being so down bad it’s embarrassing, begging, possessiveness, desperate, overstimulation themes, messy sounds, cum worship, feral praise kink energy, emotionally horny behavior, explicit language.

wc: 0.5k words.

anon: I love whipped katsuki .

Your thighs trembled around his head, and Katsuki let out a deep, wrecked groan like he was being fucking blessed, like your pussy was holy and he’d finally found religion.

“You’re so wet,” he grunted, voice low, wrecked with lust.

He was starving. Eyes glazed, mouth messy, hips grinding into the mattress like his life depended on it. His hands clutched at your thighs like he’d die if you pulled away, like he needed you locked in place, wrapped around him, forever.

“Oh fuck, baby—fuck,” he whined, actually whined, voice muffled against your slick folds. “I can’t—can’t fuckin’ believe I went this long without havin’ this—” His tongue lapped at you desperately, sloppily, completely lost in the taste. “What the fuck were we thinkin’—how the fuck did I not know you tasted like this—?”

He moaned against your pussy like he was drunk on it—high off the sweet, soaked mess of you on his tongue. His hips rutted again, slow and mindless, cock leaking into the sheets like all it took was the sound of your breath hitching above him.

And god, he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t. He was in too deep.

“This pussy’s mine now,” he breathed, dragging his tongue up your slit like he was trying to memorize it. “M’gonna fuckin’ die down here—don’t even care. Let me—please, let me taste it again, fuck, I need it.”

Your moan made his whole body shudder. He sounded broken, like every second not buried in you was physically painful. His tongue fucked into you again, messy and greedy, spit and slick dripping down his chin, and he didn’t care. He wanted it all. Wanted you dripping on his face, on his tongue, wanted to feel you fall apart from his mouth.

“Goddamn, you’re so warm,” he whimpered, dragging his mouth back to your clit and sucking so hard your back arched off the bed. “So fuckin’ sweet, so—so perfect. Baby, please. Please come for me. Wanna taste it. Wanna feel you fuckin’ break on my mouth—need it, fuck, need it.”

His thumb rubbed fast, frantic circles against your clit while his tongue dove back in, noisy, obscene, practically worshipping your cunt with every movement. He was making the filthiest sounds—slurping, gasping, moaning like your pussy was the only thing that ever made sense.

And when you came? He lost it.

You screamed his name, sobbing through it, and Katsuki moaned like a man possessed—latching on, tongue still working, lips sucking, like he couldn’t let a single drop go to waste. He was shaking, humping the mattress shamelessly, chasing his own orgasm just from the taste of yours.

“Oh fuck—oh god, baby, yes—give it to me, please, I need—fuck—fuck, I need all of it—”

He didn’t stop. Didn’t even think about stopping. Not when you were still twitching, still sensitive, still dripping for him. Not when you were crying out from overstimulation and he was still licking like he couldn’t get enough.

Because he couldn’t.

Katsuki Bakugo was absolutely, pathetically, completely fucking gone.

Pussy drunk. Whipped. And completely, irrevocably yours

← MHA ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. i <3 pussy drunk katsuki

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

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Hitting too close to home 😭😭

Katsuki Bakugo X Type 1 Diabetic! Reader

Is this like, a hella self insert? Absolutely. but..

there's no but. I just needed this and thought I'd share.

A/N; incase you don't know a Dexcom is about the size of a quarter and a half that tells you your blood sugar levels though an app or a small electronic pod

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

Honestly, even getting into U.A. felt like a war. A constant, uphill battle where you had to prove your strength twice over—once against your peers, and once against the quiet skepticism in every adult’s eyes. Like you weren’t just trying to be a hero. You were trying to convince the world that someone with Type 1 diabetes could be one.

It wasn’t enough to have the power, the skills, the drive. You had to show you could manage your body, your numbers, your entire damn life like a well-oiled machine. That you wouldn’t be a liability on the battlefield. That your condition didn’t define you.

So, when you got accepted into U.A., when you stepped into the shining halls of Class 1-A, you made yourself a promise. Only the people who needed to know would know. Teachers, nurses, support staff. That was it. You didn’t want pity. You didn’t want the whispered “Are you okay?”s or the sideways glances when you pulled out your insulin pen. You didn’t want to be someone people worried about before they respected.

You wanted your classmates to see you as strong. Capable. Normal.

And that meant hiding the Dexcom sensor under compression sleeves. Tucking insulin pens in the hidden folds of your bag. Silencing alarms before they had the chance to betray you. Even when you started dating the loudest, brashest, most brutally honest guy in your class—Katsuki Bakugou—you kept it quiet. You didn’t want him to see you as fragile, didn’t want to invite the fierce protective instincts you knew he’d have. You wanted him to love you, not feel obligated to babysit your condition.

The week had been hell.

Extra drills. Quirk testing. Combat simulations that pushed you beyond the edge. It was the perfect storm—intense physical strain, fluctuating adrenaline, erratic blood sugars. Highs that made you nauseous and foggy. Lows that made your limbs feel like they didn’t belong to you.

Now, walking back to the dorms, it hit. Hard.

Your vision blurred at the edges, greying out like static closing in. Your forehead was slick with cold sweat, and your steps faltered. The floor seemed to rise unevenly beneath you. You just needed to get to your room. Just a few more steps. Juice box. Bed. You could deal with it alone, like always.

But Katsuki’s voice cut through the fog like a lightning bolt.

“Hey, dummy. What’s with you?”

You tried to wave him off, keep your voice light. “Just tired, Katsu.”

But the panic started crawling up your spine before the words even finished leaving your mouth.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The alarm from your phone screamed through the quiet corridor, a piercing, repetitive sound that ripped your carefully built mask to shreds.

No. Not here. Not like this.

Your hands trembled as you fumbled for your phone, trying desperately to silence the alert. Your fingers weren’t cooperating—numb, uncoordinated, clumsy. The screen blurred in your vision. You couldn’t see the buttons, couldn’t press anything. Just stop it, just shut it off—

“What the hell is that noise?” Katsuki stepped closer, narrowing his eyes, trying to peek at your phone.

“Nothing!” you gasped, trying to twist away, your heart racing—not from fear of him, but from the shame curling in your gut. “It’s just—my phone!”

You turned to retreat, to make a break for your room before he could see what the screen said. But your knees buckled. The hallway tilted. You slammed against the wall, your shoulder catching the brunt of the fall with a sickening thud.

Katsuki was on you in an instant.

“Hey—” his voice was sharp, but the moment his eyes locked onto yours, the anger melted into panic. He grabbed your arm, steadying you, and that’s when he saw it.

The Dexcom. The screen.

“55.”

He froze.

“What the hell—what does that mean? Fifty-five what?”

You couldn’t answer. Your mouth was dry. The words wouldn’t form.

“It’s… my blood sugar,” you finally whispered, so low it barely registered. “I- I'm diabetic.”

It was the first time you’d ever said it out loud around him.

And gods, the shame that came with it.

Tears welled in your eyes—not just from the crash, not just from the adrenaline, but from the fear of what he might say. What he might think. That he’d look at you different now. That the image he had of you—strong, sharp, reliable—would be replaced with something smaller. Weaker.

But he didn’t shout. He didn’t scoff or sneer or accuse.

He stared at the number, then at you—your pale skin, your trembling hands—and everything in him shifted.

The confession hung in the air, a raw, exposed truth. Tears welled in your eyes, not just from the terrifying low, but from the shame and fear of finally being found out.

Katsuki didn't explode. He didn't yell. Not at you. He just stared at the screen, then at your ashen face, the realization dawning on him. He scooped you up, surprisingly gentle. He moved you Infront of him. He yelled over his shoulder for someone to bring him some juice. You could barely focus enough to hear his voice tremor. He cradled you, pulling you close, his warmth a surprising comfort against your trembling body.

The following second where blurry, someone ran over with a juice box that Katsuki practically ripped open, bringing it toward your face.

“Drink.”

You tried. You really did. Your hands shook so violently that he took over, holding it to your lips, helping you sip. The juice tasted artificial and too sweet, but it was a lifeline. After a minute, you could breathe again. Your hands stopped spasming. The floor steadied. You could think.

After a few minutes the sugar hit you blood stream, the dizziness subsided, and the tremors eased.

70, Still low. But better.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, voice low, hoarse. He pulled you into his arms before you could answer. You felt his hand on the back of your head, the other gripping your waist like you might vanish. “Of all people—you didn’t think I should know?”

You pressed your face into his chest, your voice a broken sob. “I didn’t want to be a burden. I didn’t want you to treat me different. I’ve always taken care of it. I just wanted you to see me—not the disease.”

He pulled back enough to meet your eyes, his expression somewhere between furious and devastated.

“You think I care about that?” His voice cracked. “You think I’d ever see you as weak because of something like this? You think I’d want you suffering in silence, hiding from me, when I could’ve helped you?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

He carried you the rest of the way to your dorm, gently this time, like he was afraid you’d break apart again.

“Next time, you tell me. You hear me?” he said as he tucked you into your bed, still holding your hand like a lifeline. “You don’t do this alone anymore. Not while I’m here. Not when I care about you this damn much.”

And for the first time, maybe ever, you believed it.

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bf!katsuki gives you a promise ring!

maybe about half an hour ago, you got a text from katsuki telling you to come over. when you walk into katsukis dorm, and see him sitting on his bed, awkwardly still. weird.

“hey kats!” you greet him like usual.

a pause. “…sit down.”

okay, he’s being scary. you sit down next to him and somethings definitely wrong. he’s quiet. too quiet.

“katsuki? you okay?”

he shifts. “just— let me talk.” he continues on, “you know i’m not good with words and all that sweet talk shit.”

you nod slowly. “yeah..?”

avoiding eye contact, he takes a long breath in. he reaches in his pocket, before be pulls out his hand which now has something in it.

“..got this for you,” he says, opening his hand.

its a box.

a little square velvet box.

you stare at him, wide eyed.

“before you freak out— this ain’t a fuckin’ proposal. it’s a promise ring. open it up,”

you open the box, revealing a ring. it’s a simple one, but fancy. and obviously expensive. katsuki watches you closely, trying to see your reaction.

shocked, “how much was this?”

“don’t worry about it. wanted you to have somethin’ nice.”

you look up at him, glossy eyed. katsuki takes the box from you, taking the ring out before gesturing you to hold your hand out.

he slides the ring onto one of your fingers. he then takes both of your hands into his, his thumb running across your knuckles.

he’s quiet as he’s looking at the ring. he opens his mouth but hesitates like he’s not sure what to say next.

“only gonna say this once, so don’t fuckin’ forget it.” he goes on, “need you to know I ain’t going anywhere. you matter to me, and—fuck—i’m staying. you hear me?”

you smile. big. “katsuki!”

“dont make a big deal out of this shit. just means I plan on marrying you,” he shrugs.

you look down at your hand to see how the ring looks on you. your heart was pounding.

“so, when?”

he cocked his head. “huh?”

clarifying, “when are you gonna propose for real?”

“why the hell are you asking me that now?”

“well, you said it means we’re gonna get married. so, when? soon? in a year—maybe two?”

oh he’s mad. “I don’t have it set on the fuckin calendar! whenever we’re both ready!”

a laugh bubbles up in your throat. “okay okay, fine. thank you though, kats— I love it. love you.”

he shakes his head then smiles with you. “love you too, crazy.”

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I've been an silent reader for a while and i love your writing btw, could i request a childhood female reader x bakugo where he has some weird obsession with her boobs but like in a non perverted way? Of course, only if you're comfortable!!!

10/10 request > ᵕ <

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With you and Katsuki being friends for so long it was no surprise that he has seen more than he should. Or felt around (sounds so bad omg.) and it’s not even in a perverted way it’s just because you’re comfortable enough.

In middle school when you hit puberty it was like the reality of you being a girl hit him and he wasn’t sure how to feel. His best friend was a girl and she was getting boobs, they no longer could throw their shirts off and run around in the sprinklers or even chill out shirtless. It weirdly fascinated him how you had to wear bras and the fascination only grew with age.

The bigger your cup size got the bigger the the urge he had to look at them. he had to hold himself back numerous time from reaching a hand out to feel them, well until one day—

You both were home alone (risky) but his parents were fine with it from you guys being friends since preschool and they trusted the both of you enough not to do anything crazy while they were out. 

You had caught Bakugou staring more then once but it was different now that you both were in high school and both your hormones were on an all time high.

“You wanna feel them?” You turned your body towards his side of the couch after catching his frustrated eyes staring at your breasts as if he had a personal grudge against them.

“Huh?” He physically jumped at your offer, trying to make eye contact with you but the way you looked for his response made a deep blush paint across his cheeks. “I always see you staring, if you want to touch them just ask?” The way you slid it so casually by him made it feel like it wasn’t such a bad thing, like it was something normal.

He didn’t want to admit his interest in them, he didn’t want to scare you off by being a pervert either but most of all he didn’t want to say ‘yes’ for you to just laugh in his face.

“why would i want to do that.” He scoffed looking away, the blush still very present on his dusted cheeks.

Though you had other plans.

Creeping your way across the couch you grab his hand and guide it to your chest, it wasn’t a tight grip and it wasn’t forceful he could pull away if he wanted to; but he didn’t. You put his hand on your chest and almost on instinct he squeezed. It wasn’t hard or demanding, it was soft and cautious. unexperienced.

The blush that was once taking up rent on his face faded, his normally frustrated eyes dropped into more of a intrigued expression. The years of buildup and anticipation finally settled within him and he felt content.

“see, just had to ask—” You said returning his hands back to his sides, casually plopping yourself back in the spot you sat prior to the event. “next time don’t wait 3 years.” You jokingly scoffed at his dumbfounded look.

“Huh- WAIT YOU SAW?”

(sorry i did this so lazily ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡)



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Hi! I absolutely adore your works and I was wondering if you could possibly make a Katsuki x reader where the reader lost their quirk and feel worthless without it? If it's too similar or you've made another one like that then I understand!! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

HERE YOU GO SWEETS !! So sorry this took so long 😭😭

Post-war! Bakugou x Reader

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It was weird not having a quirk. Not having the thing that defined who you were in your own uniqueness. The only thing that separated you from others.

Principal nezu let you stay at U.A and finish your 2nd year but you had to be moved to general studies and it was like you were in slow-mo. Watching the class you grew with become hero’s and accomplishing your dream pulled the strings of your heart daily; but watching Katsuki achieve his dreams was what really snapped everything into reality.

The promise you made to each other to become a hero and competing for number 1 was now just a foggy dream of the past you’ll never get to see. It hurt.

But what hurt more was the thought of him thinking you were worthless, useless— quirkless. So you did the only thing that seemed right, you avoided him.

You didn’t bother him, didn’t sleep in his dorm, you no longer studied in the library, didn’t sit with him at lunch and it wasn’t like you could spar with him anymore.

You just kept to yourself and it worried him how much you isolated yourself and pushed everyone away like you couldn’t fathom another heartbreak.

He couldn’t watch this anymore, he thought giving you space would help you sort things out and you would come to him when you were ready but it just seemed like you were getting worse and he couldn’t stand by and watch it unfold further.

After classes he made his way down the general studies hallway looking for you, it earned him weird looks but he didn’t have time to curse out some extra he didnt care about. He scanned the halls looking for your familiar figure, eyes darting until they landed on you.

Your hair was pushed back lazily because you just didn’t have it in you to brush it out let along style it. Your uniform was crumpled, you smoothed it out when you could but it just didn’t seem like a priority, you were already known as the girl who lost her quirk you doubted that a few ripples in your skirt would change that nickname.

That all had nothing atop your expression, it was blank; unreadable. The closest emotion Bakugou could point out was despair.

Without a word he pushed you back into the now empty classroom and shut the door shut with a quiet slam. You didnt have time to process what was happening before you saw his ash blonde hair and striking vermilion eyes. The same eyes that looked at you with the same amount of admiration and devotion.

“Katsuki-“ he didnt let you get a word out before he engulfed you in a bear hug. He didnt exactly have a plan on what he was going to say or do everything he did was all in the moment. Raw with emotion.

“I can’t do this anymore, I just cant.” He buried his scared cheek into your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “W-what are you talking about.” You tried to make sense of the situation in front of you but a deep down part of you was crumbling at his actions. It was getting harder and harder to keep your composure as you tried to claw him off you with no avail.

“Stop with the act, I understand you lost your quirk and it’s shitty but that doesn’t mean you have to push everyone away. Push me away.” His voice cracked. “B-but I thought..” you quivered in his hold, finally melting into his touch. “Thought what.” His hold tightened, afraid of what you were going to say.

“ I thought you’d think I’m useless becuase I don’t have a quirk anymore. I’ll never be a hero.” you finally let your emotions poor out letting the weight of emotions fall down on you. “I-I’ll never be a hero.”

His heart broke hearing your sobs and the tight grip you had on his uniform sleeve. “oh baby..” this was long over due. A moment with you both, just letting you cry into his arms. He was so stupid for letting you deal with this alone and he will forever beat himself up over it.

You both stayed like that for a while, wrapped in eachothers embrace letting the wave of emotions Settle before any of you spoke. “You’re not alone, I’m sorry for thinking that you needed space. I’m sorry for letting you deal with this alone.” He whispered into the sweet scent of your hair, slowly twisting a strand of your lock, trying to give some sort of comfort.

“It’s okay.. I distance myself on my own. It wasn’t your fault.” You sniffled, eyes closed feeling the waves of the moment subside. Only thing left between you both was a relief knowing that the worst of it all has passed.

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Get Even - Frat Prez!Katsuki Series

"Didn’t think I’d see a pretty little thing like you at one of our parties."

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩 𝟏)

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩 𝟐)

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩 𝟑)

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩 𝟒)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤…..

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My gynecologist knows its frat Bakugou 👅👅

Get Even - Chapter 1

word count: 1.8 K

cw: frat prez!katsuki x fem art sudent!reader, college AU, frat culture, alcohol consumption, suggestive dialogue, reader panic response, katsuki being petty, foreshadowed angst, strong language/frat boy profanity, Mentions of drink spiking awareness (reader expresses fear of being drugged, no actual drugging occurs), this fic will have multiple chapters!

You didn’t wake up this morning planning to go to a frat party.

You woke up planning to cry over your art history paper and maybe eat a bowl of cereal straight from the box. But fate—or more specifically, your extroverted menace of a best friend—had other plans.

“YOU’RE COMING WITH ME,” she said, barging into your dorm room like the Kool-Aid Man with lashes. “No, I’m not,” you said, barely looking up from your sketchpad. “Yes, you are. Sigma Vex is throwing the party of the semester tonight and I scored us an invite.”“I don’t even know what that means,” you replied. “Is that a frat or a metal band?”

That’s when she hit you with the kicker: “Sigma Vex. As in, the frat. The one run by Katsuki Bakugou.”

You blinked. “The scary blond guy from the engineering major?”

“The hot scary blond guy. Yeah.”

She dangled the invite in front of your face like it was a golden ticket to Wonka’s chocolate factory. Only in this case, the factory was filled with alcohol, sweat, questionable decision-making, and people with abs.

So naturally, you said no. Then she hit you with the guilt trip combo pack: —You never go out. —You’re gonna die single in a cardigan. —You owe her for the time she covered for you when you ghosted class. —And “just come for an hour. You don’t even have to talk to anyone. You can wear black and stand in a corner like a sexy funeral ghost.”

And so now—it’s 8:27PM.

You’re standing in front of your mirror, wearing a bodycon dress that you already regret. Ribbed modal fabric. Soft as sin. Hugs your body like it has a vendetta. Not scandalous—nothing’s spilling out—but you’re not exactly blending in with the wallpaper either.

You pull at the hem. Tug at the neckline. Rethink every decision that led to this moment.

Your stomach is a war zone. You feel like you’re about to be thrown into an arena where hot, drunk gladiators flex for sport and girls get called “shawty” without warning.

Your friend, meanwhile, is in your room with her hair in curlers and a glitter highlighter in one hand. “It’s gonna be fine,” she says. “Sigma Vex isn’t like the creepy frats. They don’t even allow hard drugs. The president’s a total control freak. It’s practically a regulated orgy.”

You nearly drop your eyeliner. “I beg your what?”

She grins. “He has rules. The party ends exactly at 2AM. Pledges clean after. I swear he probably makes them mop in rows. But the house is hot, the guys are hotter, and the drinks are strong.”

You don’t trust this. Or her. But you go.

Because you’re tired of saying no. Tired of playing safe. Tired of wondering what it’s like to be the main character in someone’s story instead of the silent background artist in your own.

So you step into the Uber. Adjust your dress for the tenth time. Take a deep breath.

You’ll just hide in a corner. You’ll sip something fake and sugary. Watch your friend flirt. Go home in an hour. No one’s even going to notice you. At 10:32PM, you walk into the Sigma Vex house, and the party has just begun

The Sigma Vex house doesn’t smell like weed and piss like the other frats.

It smells like cedarwood, expensive cologne, and testosterone. The hallway lights are warm and moody, the alcohol’s not watered down, and the bass is so clean it feels like it’s massaging your organs. Everything is too coordinated. Too put together.

The house hums like a hive. Controlled chaos. All neon lighting, heavy bass, and clean floors that should absolutely not be this clean for a frat house. No drugs, no vomit-stained rugs, no weird stains on the couch (well… not until later). Pledges clean with military precision, and the house parties? Legendary.

This is a party run by a man with a schedule. A mission. A code of conduct.

You’re not supposed to be here. You're very sure of that.

Now, standing here in the corner of the living room clutching a soda in a death grip, you’re watching chaos unfold with terrifying precision. Shirtless guys shouting over pong. Music blasting. People dancing in the dark like they’re in a music video. And not a single illegal substance in sight.

You hug the red Solo cup tighter in your hands—not because you plan to drink it, but because it gives you something to hold. Something to do while you stand awkwardly in the corner of the Sigma Vex living room.

The music is loud. You can feel the bass in your chest like your ribs are its personal drum set. The lights are dim and tinted gold-red, bouncing off bottles and glitter eyeshadow. It smells like sweat, spilt vodka, and expensive cologne that’s fighting for its life.

People are dancing in the middle of the room—no, grinding. Writhing. Some are already pressed so close you wonder if their zippers are about to declare war. There’s a girl literally straddling a guy’s thigh to the beat of a Drake remix. Someone in the kitchen yells “CHUG!” followed by a violent round of coughing and cheering.

You see a game of beer pong in the back. Someone’s making out on the damn couch. Like heavy. His hand’s already under her top and nobody around them cares.

You feel… Like a deer in a frat-lit headlights. Like you accidentally walked into the wrong simulation.

Just you, standing awkwardly in a dress that hugs a little too tightly in all the right places, abandoned by your friend who disappeared somewhere upstairs to swap spit with a tall dude in a backwards cap who looks like he says “bro” unironically, who called her “shortcake” three minutes into meeting her.

You're alone, and you're ready to leave. And then—you feel it.

That static prickle across your skin like the air shifted. Like someone just flipped the tension dial in the atmosphere to oh no.

You glance up—and that’s when you see him.

Blond. Piercing, scarlet eyes. Broad-shouldered. Wearing a black fitted Sigma Vex shirt like it was custom-sewn to worship his muscles. He’s walking through the crowd like a lion who knows the other animals will move.

Katsuki Bakugou.

The legend. Sigma Vexes frat president. The reason half the campus has a gym membership they don’t use.

You’ve seen him before—at a distance, walking out of the engineering building like he owned the sidewalk—but you’ve never been this close. And now he’s looking at you. Like really looking. Your brain short circuits.

He steps up, casual like he wasn’t just stomping through the house like a general five seconds ago. Hands in his pockets. Piercing eyes trailing over your dress like a scan. Not lewd—calculating. Intrigued.

And then, that voice—low, scratchy, voice smooth like gravel and whiskey, way-too-good-for-this-world voice—slips out of his mouth like it’s got intentions:

“Didn’t think I’d see a pretty little thing like you at one of our parties.”

You swear your soda fizzes louder.

“Um,” you say. Your voice is already doing The Thing—that high-pitched, I-don’t-know-how-to-talk-to-hot-people thing. “Thanks?”

He smirks. “First time here?”

You nod, then stop, then try to explain. “Y-yeah. My friend dragged me. I wasn’t… planning to stay.”

His eyes flick toward the dance floor, like he’s clocking the friend you clearly came with. “Lemme guess. Ditched you?”

You blink. “How’d you—”

“You’ve been standin’ here for fifteen minutes,” he says. “Lookin’ like you’re tryin’ to mentally disassociate from the dubstep remix of ‘Seven Nation Army.’”

You let out a panicked laugh, because—he’s right. You are.

And now Katsuki Bakugou is standing way too close. Not crowding, but definitely not respecting standard “hot stranger” protocol. He leans just a bit toward you, glancing at your sad soda. His grin goes sideways. Ferally amused.

“Lemme get you a real drink,” he offers. “Don’t worry—I’ll pour it myself.”

Your heartbeat jumps. Not because it’s romantic. But because alarm bells go off. Every girl-in-college instinct yells: Stranger! Danger! Drink! Frat house! BAD!

You freeze. “Oh—no, thank you. I’m… good. This is fine.”

You gesture awkwardly to your soda like it’s an award-winning vintage instead of whatever off-brand cola someone handed you when you arrived.

He raises a brow. Just one. “You think I’m tryin’ to drug you?”

You panic. “N-NO! Not like that—I just—I mean I don’t know you and—uh—I’m sorry—”

He chuckles. It’s a low, rough sound, like gravel being dragged across velvet.

“You’re cute when you stammer.”

You squeak. Then—his tone dips, smooth and syrupy, casual but too sharp to be an accident. “Wanna go somewhere quieter? You look like you’re gonna combust if the bass drops again. We can go upstairs.”

Your eyes widen. He doesn’t touch you. Just watches. Calm. Patient. Too patient. Like he knows what he’s doing.

You swallow. The walls are closing in. The lights are too hot. His face is too much. “I-I actually… have a thing tomorrow. Early. So. I’m just—gonna go. Sorry.”

And then. You bolt. Turn and walk away.

Like a coward.

Like you just rejected Katsuki Bakugou.

You don’t look back. But Katsuki stands there, still. Jaw tight. Pledges laughing too close to his ear like they’ve just seen their invincible warlord get pantsed by a kitten.

“Yo—did you see that?” “She rejected him?” “Bro, the Prez got ghosted in real time!” “I didn’t know that could happen?!”

A few of them start clapping. The disrespect is palpable.

Katsuki takes a slow sip of his drink. Doesn’t react. Just locks eyes on your retreating form like he’s uploading your soul into a kill list. His silence only makes it worse.

That’s when Yamada—one of the newer pledges, all cocky smirk and zero brain cells—decides to grow a pair.

“Dude,” he calls out, grinning like an idiot, “if you can’t get in her pants and fuck her in the next three months, you’re officially stepping down from your heartthrob throne.”

Silence. Everyone freezes. You could hear a pong ball drop.

“And we get to take your precious baby for a spin,” he adds. “Two weeks. Full keys. No chaperone.”

A hush falls over the room like someone just mentioned Voldemort.

Sero drops his beer. “Bro. You did not just bring up the Porsche.”

Kirishima looks physically pained. “Yo, that’s—dude, that’s kinda too far.”

“Yeah, man,” Kaminari adds, eyes wide. “You tryna die or something? That car's his literal child.”

They’re talking about the car. The black 911 GT3 Porsche. Custom specs. His dad helped him import it from Germany for his 21st birthday. That thing growls like a beast and costs more than all of Sigma Vex’s pledges combined. Katsuki doesn’t even park it near other cars. He parks it under a cover and wipes down the tires like it's a deity.

Kirishima steps forward. “Kats, bro—come on. Don’t—don’t entertain this. She’s just a girl.”

“She’s just a girl,” Katsuki echoes quietly.

He downs the rest of his drink in one go.

Then he turns toward Yamada with the slow, sharp grin of a predator who was just handed a valid reason to destroy someone—emotionally, spiritually, academically.

“You’re on.”

Kirishima groans. “Bro—”

“She wants to play shy?” Katsuki says, voice cold now. “Fine. I’ll play too. But three months?”

He scoffs, already calculating.

“I’ll have her begging in two.”

And just like that, the game begins.

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IM SO SORRY FOR UPRIGHT VANISHING— I’ve been stressed lately and haven’t had a chance to get on my computer and write anything.. I am planning on coming back TRUST I’m not on hiatus I’m just a bum. I’ll get back on the grind 👅👅

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pairing: katsuki bakugo x you | warnings: oral (Kats receiving), soft- slight possessive sex

summary; while giving Katsuki a blow job he decides it’s a good time to propose

ೃ⁀➷ Shut up, I’m proposing

You’re on your knees, lips warm and wet around him and Katsuki Bakugo is barely holding it together.

One hand’s fisted in your hair, the other gripping the couch cushion like it might anchor him to reality. His sweatpants are pushed down just enough to free him and you’re working him with slow, teasing precision, tongue curling, throat flexing, just like you know drives him mad.

“Shit… fuck babe… y’r killin’ me,” he grits out, head tipping back and jaw tight.

You hum around him like you’re innocent, like you’re not doing it on purpose and his hips twitch up in response.

“C’mon, I… hah… ‘m not gonna last if you…fuck, baby.” His voice breaks at the end.

But he doesn’t stop you. He never does until… “I been… fuck, been thinkin’ about it. The thing. The,” he pants. “The ring thing.”

Your brows furrow, mouth still full, but he just powers through, panicking and moaning all at once.

“You said… said you wanted it to be special, and I…I had a plan, okay? It wasn’t this… fuck, princess.”

He looks down at you, face flushed, sweat dampening his hairline and his expression crumbles into the softest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Shit,” he chokes, voice cracking as you suck harder.

And then the bastard actually fumbles in the couch cushion next to him. Reaches behind a pillow with trembling fingers.

You blink, his cock still in your mouth as he pulls out a tiny black box.

“Knew I couldn’t fuckin’ wait,” he mutters like he’s pissed at himself.

He flips it open. There’s a ring and you just freeze.

“Yeah, I know, I know, it’s not how I wanted to do it,” he rambles, eyes wild, lips twitching between panic and grin. “But you, fuck, you’re down there bein’ all perfect and I… fuck, will you just marry me already?!”

You pull off of him with a wet pop, eyes wide, spit shining your lips. “Kats, what the hell?”

He stares at you, completely red.

“I’m fuckin’ serious,” he says. “I want you. Forever. Even when you drive me crazy. Even when I’m a jealous idiot. Especially when you wear my shirt and suck my dick while I propose like a dumbass.”

Your breath catches. Then you start laughing half shocked and half breathless.

“You’re such a disaster,” you giggle, reaching up to take the ring with trembling fingers. “You really just during?”

He shrugs helplessly. “I panicked!”

You slide the ring on and it fits perfectly.

Then you crawl back into his lap, straddling him and kiss him softly. “I love you, Katsuki Bakugo.”

He swallows hard. “…So that’s a yes?”

You kiss him again. “Hell yes.”

“You said yes,” he whispers after a moment of silence.

It’s almost reverent the way he says it. Like he can’t believe it. You’re straddling him, chest to chest, the ring gleaming where your left hand rests on his shoulder. His cock slides between your folds, hard and aching but not rushing. Not yet.

Katsuki’s breathing hard, eyes locked on you like he might wake up. “You really said yes.”

You nod, smiling, cupping his face. “Of course I did, dumbass.”

He groans, head falling to your chest, arms wrapping tight around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you,” he mutters into your skin. “Make sure nobody ever forgets who you belong to.”

You roll your hips and he shudders.

“Then do it,” you whisper, rocking down onto him in one slow, deep slide.

“Fuck baby, so tight. Always so perfect for me.” He grinds out.

You start to move, slow and steady, grinding down into him while his hands grip your hips like a man starved. He watches you wide-eyed, lips parted, barely breathing.

“My fiancée,” he groans. “Fuck, my fiancée.”

“Say it again.”

He thrusts up into you, deeper this time. You gasp.

“My perfect girl,” he pants. “My fuckin’ fiancée… mine forever. Gonna marry me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you moan, head falling back. “Gonna wear your ring, your name, fuck Kats, your everything.”

And he loses it. Not in speed, but in depth and in emotions.

He starts thrusting up into you harder, dragging your body down to meet each movement, forehead pressed to yours.

“Gonna fill you up,” he murmurs. “Every night. Just like this. Gonna take such good care of you.”

“You already do,” you breathe, clinging to his shoulders. “You already do.”

You feel the heat coil between your legs, tight and needy and he knows.

“Come on, baby,” he whispers. “Come for me again. Just like this. Wanna feel my fiancée fall apart for me.”

You gasp his name as your body arches, nails digging into his back, pleasure wracking through you in waves. And he follows with a deep and guttural groan, so full of love it makes your eyes sting.

When it’s over he keeps you pressed close. Doesn’t pull out and doesn’t move. Just holds you, trembling slightly.

“You’re really gonna marry me,” he whispers, almost like he’s in disbelief.

You smile into his shoulder. “Only if you keep calling me that every time you fuck me.”

He chuckles, tired and soft. “Oh, baby. That’s never gonna stop.”

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Your boyfriend has been fighting his breeding instincts since high school. Always wrapping it, always, even if he did want to feel the satisfaction of filling a warm wet hole with his cum.

So by the time you're married and finally alone in your hotel room, he can't wait anymore.

"Mrs. L/N." He breathes against your lips, peeling your travel dress of your body with the reverence you deserve. Your beautiful curves drive him crazy even now.

"I wanna see your tits get heavy with milk." He murmurs as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. His hands groping at the softness of your hips and your love handles. He pulls off your nipple with a lewd pop, his eyes turning upward to meet yours. "Wanna see your belly swell with our child."

"Let me put a baby in you." He whispers, standing and finally pressing his erection against your soft stomach. His eyes plead with you, the deep seated need to start your family evident in his gaze.

"Okay, Mr. L/N. Let's make a baby." You grin as you press your lips to his, squealing when he all bit picks you up and tosses you onto the bed.

It's not long before you're folded underneath him, your knees pressed to your chest as he fucks you with his fat cock as deep as humanly possible. He can feel the head of his shaft kissing your cervix, he can feel your wetness on his bare dick and he goes a little crazy.

His words slurred, positively drunk on your pussy, "Gonna knock you up mama, fuck. Perfect fucking pussy, see how she's creamin' for me? She wants a baby I can tell."

Your eyes are crossed from how perfectly hes hitting your spot and your brain is melting from the heat of his dick and his words.

You have no way to prove it, but you're pretty sure it was that first time of that long night that got you pregnant with your daughter.

Daichi, Kirishima, Iwaizumi, Bakugou, Deku

[bakug0uzb1thc]

You should add more to the childhood friends scenario u wrote :3

Ofc ofc 👅👅

Shameless by Avenoir

(I didn’t know what to title this so I just put down what I was listening to— ignore if you want !!)

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You knew katsuki just as long as Izuku has and what genuinely perplexed you was how differently he treated the both of you.

He was aggressive, Hostile and grumpy towards Deku and threatening every chance he was given. But with you? He was a whole different person entirely.

He made sure to check up on you like clockwork, he was soft and caring he even went out of his way numerous times just to walk you home after school. (he even had an alarm set named ‘tell girly to eat food/drink water.) you never understood why he did it.

But it was all becuase you were his girl.

He wasn’t good with words or telling you how he felt— but he knew he loved you. An unconditional type of love that he couldn’t run from.

If you asked him to give up being a hero, he would be conflicted but in the end he would shamelessly choose you.

It would tick him off if any guy got even 5 feet from you. If it happened with Izuku it was one thing becuase he had learned to share you but if it was some random NPC extra he would blow a fume.

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Katsuki had invited you out for coffee as an excuse to ‘study’ which in other words was him wanting to take you out and to enjoy your company but the last thing he was expecting was for you to get hit on.

“Okay Kats sit tight I’ll go order, could you set my computer up?” You asked sweetly as you straightened out your skirt from any wrinkles that were gained by the way you sat.

“ yeah ‘course.” He glanced down at your thighs for a slight moment before reaching across the table and grabbing your computer.

You muttered a quick ‘thanks’ before turning a corner to the register that was out of his eyes sight.

He opened the computer and was greeted by a sweet photo of Little you and Katsuki. It was a photo his mom took of you kissing his cheek after he gave you a flower crown. He subconsciously smiled at the sweet memory before putting in your password and pulling up the assignment you were complaining about having to do.

A good 10 minutes passed since you left and he was growing fidgety. ‘Ordering a fuckin coffee doesn’t take 10 whole minutes what is the damned brat doing.’ He grumbled in his head before saying fuck the waiting game and getting up. he was genuinely ticked off.

by ticked off he was mildly annoyed but that was a forgotten feeling the second he saw a pretty boy at the counter basically begging you for your number. Knowing you, you were too nice to full on tell him no though it was evident that you were trying your best to decline the coffee boy.

“Now what’s goin on here.” His booming voice joined the pressed conversation which made your worry’s vanish. You had your big scary guard dog back and you just knew it wasn’t gonna end well. (He did it so you didn’t have to.)

“Oh hey suki, it’s nothing he’s was just—“

“About to piss me off?” He snarled causing the coffee boy to sweat. “Uh— here’s your drink ma’am have a nice day!!” He said like he wasn’t just hitting on you 5 seconds before Katsuki showed up barking his existence to the guy.

“Yeah, what I thought.” Katsuki spat putting both drinks in your hands and ushering you to walk in front of him. But it wasn’t over between him and Ice cream boy over the counter.

‘My girl’ was all he mouthed before scrunching up his nose and shoving his hand in the back pocket of your denim skirt.

The scared look The guy gave him made him chuckle lowly, it made the hairs on the back of your neck stick up but you loved your scary dog privileges.

(I couldn’t decide if I wanted them together or not so make with what you will :D !!)

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Part two of fem reader and bakugo cuddling pls (longer Version please)💗

eekkk i didnt think it would get so much attention here you go!!

PT 2 OF THIS !! :3

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“kat-" you tried to voice your complaints again, but it was short-lived by the same sleepy blonde telling you to 'shut up.’ He just wasn't letting up and you just knew someone saw.

"but- i just know someone saw us, oh were gonna be so screwed." you said franticly playing with his hair, only causing him to groan. "you're so paranoid, stop focusing on other people for once..." he mumbled from where he laid on your chest.

he could hear the way your heart rate increase, only further proving your concern with the position you laid with him. He was flush against your body with his weight slowly suffocating you.

"I'm sorry its just ugh.. never mind." you tried to calm yourself down from your cloud of worry but it didn't stop your nerves from being on edge.

your face felt hot with his attitude towards the situation you had found yourself in. how nonchalant he was being about this made you squirm, did he not care at all? (he didn't.)

he knew you weren't huge on PDA and you liked to keep your close relationship private but it was messing with his beauty sleep and his temper grew even shorter then when he was fully awake.

he got up, which made you calm down a bit but before you could let out your sigh of relief he grabbed your waist and threw you over his shoulder causing you to squeal.

You weren't sure what would cause your classmates to freak out more; The two of you cuddling or you thrown over his shoulder with a hand full of your ass.

"ah- kat what are you-" you held on tight to his compression shirt from the back, scared of being upside down and the possibility he might drop you if you complained about his actions. "I'm tired and I'm sick of your whining. you need to learn to shut up." he fought a yawn as his hand trailed from the dent behind your knee to your lower ass, not anything sexual it was just where he found his hand resting.

"uh-" you didn't know what to tell him or throw back to defend yourself, you just held on tight curious on which room he was headed to.

"yer lucky you're getting your way." he scoffed making his way to his room, not feeling the hassle of accidentally bumping into anyone on your floor. it took him about 2.5 seconds to put you in the same position you were in on the commons couch.

he loved the soft cushion of your chest, built in pillows for all his tired mind could think as far of. "now are you gonna be quiet or am i going to have to smother you with a pillow, brat." he was unique in the way he shows his love towards you, you knew his words had no ill intent behind them but it did make you giggle from his groggy state.

"nono I'm done i swear." you smiled, pushing your head deeper into the pillow that felt like was pre-fluffed just for you. (it was.) "good." he mumbled before closing his eyes and resuming what you had so rudely interrupted. "you're so needy.." you whispered, thinking he was asleep.

"i will suffocate you don't try your luck." he countered which made you laugh before kissing the top of his head. You loved your 'best friend.' ;p